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In college I read all of Shakespeare’s sonnets. The one I picked to memorize was #106.

Shakespeare’s sonnet #106

When in the chronicle of wasted time,
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,

Then in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed,
Even such a beauty as you master now.

So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring,
And for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:

For we which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

At the time, I thought wight meant something paranormal. But alas, in Shakespeare’s day, it simply meant a person. In its original usage the word wight described a living human being.[3]